Summer with the Dursleys

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Chapter 7 Facing the Truth

Harry stared for several moments breathing hard. It cannot be this is some Death Eater’s plan to get him away from his home. The Gryffindor bared his teeth shaking his hand instead of backing away he advanced.

“That’s a lie!” Harry roared

“It is not, I have no reason to lie it is what will happen.”

The brunette flushed shaking uncontrollably, rage consuming him he gripped his fist. “Take it back or I will….”

The blond pushed his nose in the air. Draco has his own short fuse taunting Harry especially when the git is purposely rude seemed like a good idea. “No.” he said flatly glaring at the wet young man before him.

“I said take it back! That is a filthy lie! Was it your Death Eater father that arranged this little stunt? I am not falling for it so run along and tell daddy dearest.” Harry retorted viciously.

“It is the truth as soon as you accept it we can work to prevent it.” The Slytherin shot back his grey eyes narrowed on the one who holds his heart.

Harry closed his eyes his head throb painfully the more he gazed at Draco the worse he felt. He felt like a kettle bubbling to a fierce whistle until a screaming noise erupts through the tiny opening, blaring for attention. When his anger boiled over he lashed out at the blond with everything he had, without his wand his right fist connected squarely with Draco’s jaw. Harry aimed for his nose but the blond had turned away at the last second so the Gryffindor’s large fist collided with the Slytherin’s pink face.

Draco fell backwards, he should have expected a physical attack, however he had been over confident that Harry would hear him out on the matter. Now landing hard on the wet grass with a towering Gryffindor brandishing his fist over him shouting with all consuming anger Draco cringed holding his jaw. Harry’s lightweight body did not attest to the power within the scrawny frame.

“Take it back now!” Harry roared advancing his fist clenched, baring his teeth. He intended to beat the stuffing out of the lying Slytherin but then he decided something better. “Get out! I do not want to see you ever again! Never come to my home and stay away from me!” He glared daggers as the blond got slowly to his feet, still holding a darkening bruise on his lower left jaw.

The Slytherin gazed at the fiery green eyes his gut twisting in knots the words striking a painful cord. “Potter you do know how to hurt me the most don’t you?” Draco stood his ground when Harry advanced again. “I am not going to allow you to bully me into ‘leaving you alone.’ That’s how I lost you the first time; I don’t care if you beat me like a bludger I am not leaving your side ever again.” He ended on a softer note than he stared, grey eyes darkened.

Harry gaped, he felt confused but angrier than anything else he wanted to force Draco to explain although gnawing at the surface was a desire to see the blond bleed and beat him senseless. It felt to Harry like two distinct desires were warring within him, he knew the voice of reason wanted to demand answers the other voice wanted to react and hurt. He closed his eyes as a sharp pain peeked his vision bowing his head briefly then a torrent of hateful words spilled forth, he could do nothing to stop them.

“You disgust me, I hate you! I never will feel anything for a person like you!” Harry tried to clench his jaw, hold in the flood, but more insults erupted foul language and personal insults against Draco’s family and schoolmates. Harry felt nearly out of breath before he could close his throat halting the tirade glaring at the tall blond.

Malfoy seemed unaffected his face pale cheeks only mildly flushed, although his eyes remained dark his mouth set in a grim line. “I believe you said enough Potter.” Draco had more to say getting Harry alone and calm seemed the most appropriate course of action. He has seen this ugly side of the boy who lived too, for some reason the words did not hurt as much as before, when he knew Harry’s pain. Now it seems obvious to Draco the words are not from Harry, his future lover. It is the Dark Lord’s emotions spilling through Harry.

“Really do you think I said enough?” Harry raised his eyebrows his face burning with rage and pain, Draco’s tone seem to awaken the dark anger anew. “I know what you are, you are a filthy spy!” Harry roared at the top of his voice. “Don’t think I am fooled, if you try to stop me…”

“What the bloody hell is going on!” Vernon Dursley bellowed, his wife standing in his shadow glancing around at the neighbors, quiet homes.

Draco turned trying to fix his face politely. “Sir we had a bit of a disagreement I have sorted it out.” He offered unconvincingly Mr. Dursley narrowed his beady eyes.

Suddenly Petunia gasped putting her fingers to her lips, no one noticed the lumbering Dudley walk around the gated yard entering. “Vernon look at his face.” She said breathlessly shaking her head, since Draco had grass stains, water and mud on him she did not touch him although she pulled out a handkerchief handing it to the slim blond.

“What happen to your face!” Vernon snapped pointing at the dark bruise before turning his dark accusatory eyes on Harry. “Boy!” he barked.

Harry had enough ready to take off for the park when a large hand poked him in the shoulder. Turning he did not have time to react when Dudley’s large fist connected with his nose knocking him out cold.
Later….

Petunia fussed over the now clean Slytherin repeatedly asking him if he needed anything, and replacing his ice pack admonishing him to keep it on his injury. Vernon paced in front of Draco despite many a disapproving glare from his wife. He kept up a constant berate of the unconscious Gryffindor.

“This is what we tried to warn you about.” Vernon said for the umpteenth time the blond repressed a sigh with difficulty. “Now he has assaulted you, this should be example enough that he is highly dangerous.” Vernon continued. “If ever one of them needed to be removed from our society that ‘boy’ is definitely a candidate.” He stops pacing rocking on his heels with his hands in his pockets staring expectantly at Draco.

Draco nodded; he wanted to placate the man, although with him barking at him constantly he did not see any clear way out of the situation. In addition, he wanted to check on Harry as quickly as possible. Dudley’s right hook is a killer he admired the teen for his skill but hated that Harry proved the perfect object of his demonstration. Dudley lumbered back down stairs, his pink face scowling. Mrs. Dursley told him to put Harry in his bed; since he was responsible for the Gryffindor’s inability to climb the stairs, Dudley carried the unconscious boy to his room.

“All done mum, what’s for lunch?” He stomp toward the kitchen but then his pale eyes fell on Draco so he deviated into the living room sitting down on the sofa next to the blond spy.

“Thanks for getting him in bed Dudley, what a right hook.” Draco said conversationally then pulled the freezing ice pack off his chin. He wondered if these muggle remedies really worked.

Just as Mr. Dursley began to continue his storm, Dudley put a stop to it. “Dad shut it! I nailed him so it’s done.” He cast a glance at Draco seeing a relieved look on his face caused the young boxer to puff out his chest facing their new guest. “How do you feel, I didn’t think Harry could hit anyone that hard.” He gestured toward the knot on Draco’s jaw.

“Well Potter is full of surprises.” Draco said then wondered if that sounded odd for a person who supposedly just met the teen, he tried to remedy his statement. “Well these people can be a handful especially if they suspect what we are doing.” He grinned suppressing his nervousness.

“What about the skating rink, it will be fun, my friends will go around six I still want you to come.” Dudley reminded Draco now glaring fixedly at the teen, his face a beacon.

Petunia bustled back in the room with a fresh ice pack. “Dudders don’t bother Draco with that he needs to rest a bit after his ordeal today.” She pressed the new ice pack in Draco’s hand nodding reprovingly at her son.
“I’m ok Petunia, just a little bump I think it’s the least I can do for Dudley he’s welcomed me so well. A little outing with his friends would be nice. Let me check on Harry, I’m sure he would enjoy the…rink.” Draco stood quickly before anyone could refuse Harry’s attendance.

The three Dursley gazed at each other when Draco disappeared upstairs, wondering why he and their nephew were fighting as well as why their new blond guest felt including Harry in everything was necessary.

Harry lay across his bed gazing at the magic ceiling, he did not know how he got back in bed but he was sure it was not by his own strength. His nose ached and he tasted blood in his mouth. Then he remembered Dudley hit him. He turned on his side sitting up holding his swollen nose he still had on his clothes from earlier his bed damp from his wet clothing.

Standing up he pulled his shirt off then dropped his pants then walked to the former wardrobe staring at the stone surface. “Where are my clothes?” He said to the stone fireplace fixture. It opened like a door inside resembled the old wooden wardrobe. Harry grabbed his robe and a change of clothes that he did not remember owning but was in too much pain to care.

The door opened Draco stepped in closing the door quickly and flicking the lock. Harry tied his robe glaring at the Slytherin not saying a word they both stared at one another for several moments. Then Draco step forward offering the ice pack to Harry. “These muggles seem to think this works for injuries, I will give you a proper spell if you like, it will take away the swelling and pain quickly.”

Harry continued to glare not taking the ice pack. He walks pass Draco toward the door his small bundle of clothes in hand.

“Harry will you just listen.” Draco added turning toward his departing roommate. “I can prove it, everything.” He added softly green eyes turned to face him chewing his bottom lip the little boy lost look shadowed his handsome face.

“How can you prove it Draco, are you going to flick your wand and magic us in the future? Why should I trust you, it's not like you’ve ever done anything to make me want to believe a word you say.”

Draco stood taller his nose in the air again. “Potter not all things the color black is evil, just as not all things white is pure. I have never desired to be an enemy; if anything, I only wanted acknowledgment by you. I am spoiled, I am use to getting what I want, and you refused to give me the attention I desired. Somehow, we turned that into a rivalry that I never intended. Now I am here to help you, and all you can think about is the petty bickering we endured as children, we are not kids Potter and I am through bickering with you.”

Harry stood dumbfounded he could not believe his ears, and the strange way in which Draco spoke was even more confusing. “You are right about one thing we are not kids. Your father was there laughing while Voldemort tortured me!” He yelled anger welling up in him again; he ignored Draco moving toward him steadily. “How should I trust you when your father did those things to me, laughing with the others for Voldemort to kill me?” His voice cracked at the memory Harry backed away from the advancing blond.

Draco stared in the green eyes he understood that pain, more than anyone since it was his father that had put that look in his loves eyes. “Harry I am sorry what he did to you, if it is any consolation, four years from now I kill that man who calls himself my father.”

Harry shook his head; he did not want to hear about the future anymore. It seemed obvious to the Gryffindor that something strange was happening, since the Slytherin has gotten in his home by some force outside of himself and the magic in his bedroom could not be because of him, the ministry would have sent a warning if he did magic outside school. Something much bigger was happening and Draco is at its core, was he really going to lose to Voldemort and doom humankind to darkness. Tears filled the green eyes and slowly spilled down his flushed cheeks.

“Prove it then.” Harry said softly then his breath caught in his throat when he noticed Draco leaning close to his face.

The blond kissed the teary trail under each eye softly then pressed his body over Harry slowly pulling him into an embrace he shuddered holding the brunette firmly. Draco knew they had little time and showing Harry the future could backfire like telling him, but his love had always wanted things made plain. So many people underestimated Harry’s ability to handle the truth; Draco did not want to be one of them. He pulled back a little staring in green eyes then pressed a chaste kiss on tear stained lips. Harry trembled in his embrace parting his lips for more but Draco pulled away.

“I am going to show you in my mind, it is a memory my last memory of you. It is difficult to accept but I want you to hold onto me, and I will take you there and bring you back.”

Harry gulped staring first at Draco’s lips then quick silver eyes. “What will I see?” He leaned into the blonds slightly larger frame, it was a nice feeling one he only received from Mrs. Weasley and not like the numerous hugs Hermione’s given him. This embrace felt secure and comfortable there was strength in it that Harry rarely felt from anyone. He gave into the hold but did not put his arms around the blonds narrow waist he leaned on a strong chest staring into the silver eyes feeling briefly whipped away.

“I will show you your funeral as I remember it.”


TBC